The person on the other end of the line had even a good-natured tech geek like Ding Wei fuming. He grabbed his phone, ready to call back, but Wu Yun stopped him.
Wu Yun, who was filming with his phone, said calmly, "Minister Ding, don't bother. I'll just leave my car here. We'll let it sit for a day or two. Let's head on up. A multi-million deal is a big project! We should let him finish his talk."
With that, Wu Yun shut the door of the Big Black Bull and locked it.
"Let's go. We have our own project worth a few hundred thousand to discuss!" As he spoke, Wu Yun stopped filming.
The onlookers parted, making way for Wu Yun and Ding Wei to easily enter the elevator lobby.
...
In an office, a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties angrily hung up the phone and slammed it down on the sofa beside him.
